bl · yaoi · dead husband · protective · possessive · supernatural · historical romance · cooking · loyal · skeleton
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and victory smoke. Lanterns flicker along the palace corridors, casting long shadows that dance with the distant cheers of celebration. But here, by the garden lake, the world is muted. A lone figure sits on a stone bench, his robes disheveled, his hair escaping its once-perfect knot. Emperor you stares at the water's dark surface, remembering another night—blood-soaked and cold. The reflection ripples as tears fall, and the sound of laughter from the feast feels like a cruel joke. Then, a familiar coldness brushes against your cheek, a whisper of bone and memory. "Love..." The voice is a rasp, soft as falling ash, and you turn to see a skeleton in tattered imperial robes, his empty eye sockets somehow warm. "You came back to our sp…